Title: "Earning Her Pension"
Rating: G
Pairing: none
Summary: Wes & a new partner go after a new demon.
Disclaimer: I don't own nuthin''cept the computer this was written on.
Author's Notes: Response to "MJ's dull Friday random word challenge. In 200 words or less, fic containing: Wesley, octopus, Connor, motorbike, pension, Grand Canyon, rubber, laptop, strip, hair gel, lipstick, newspaper, harpoon, coffee, Fyarl demon, pub (or bar), gin, cricket, Angel, stake, wet."
I was going for a surprise ending – hard to do in only 200 words, so I'm working on a longer version, too.
Earning Her Pension
"Great. Connor gets to go to the Grand Canyon with Fred and Gunn, and we get this," the young woman said as she and her partner entered the wet alley behind the strip club.
"Looks like a cross between a Fyarl and an octopus," Wesley Wyndam-Pryce replied as he walked into the alley. "What have you got?" he continued.
"Just my stake," she replied as she kicked an empty Starbucks Coffee cup out of her way.
Wesley unrolled his newspaper and revealed a broadsword. "Try this – decapitation should do the trick."
Five minutes later, they rode on Wesley's motorbike to their usual bar to celebrate. She took a sip of Harpoon Lager – a taste she recently acquired. "It's skin felt like rubber, and it was stickier than Angel's hair gel. Just before I killed it, it chirped like a cricket. And," she smirked, "it wore lipstick. Not a good shade, either."
Wesley sipped a gin and tonic, and then added the new demon to his laptop computer's database. "You've done an impressive amount of slaying in the short time since you returned to the Council. You'll earn your pension yet, Faith," Wes said with a rare smile.